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Carrie in 1, Maria in 79, and Juste in 86 :3c
First, my daughter. Went pure painting here, because I like this palette :’3 yellow/purple is p much my favourite set of complimentary colours so.
Next, your daughter. Made her cosplay her bf :’3 tfw I realize I hadn’t ever drawn grown up Maria before. That’s a travesty that is now corrected.
Finally, smol ghey grandson. I had no idea what to do with him :’) but here u go. he is adorable.
(On mobile but father, sibling, crush, and perfect day. :3c)
◌ Mother/Father
“He can get a bit too forgivin’ with a certain ol’ coot, but he’s a great guy and a great dad. He considers other points of view an’ I appreciate all he’s done for me an’ the others over the years- ‘m glad he’s doin’ what he loves. For one thing, we wouldn’t exist if he wasn’t, an’ for another- he deserves that kinda contentment.”
▶ Sibling(s)
“Prolly gon’ hafta pick a different sib’ for this one; uh… RNG says Melody, so Mellie it is! Sweet, sweet girl- should check up on her. S’not like there’re many other ‘bots out in the sea like she is…”
❥ Crush
“Heh- crush? He’s my boyfriend, now!”
“Y’know you’ve got a good guy when he makes y’realize you’re not straight- or at least, not 100%. ‘M really glad I met ‘im- I dunno how I would’a lived most’a my life without ‘im!”
❄ (for the twins too :3c)
Pop: h wo ydoign babe B)Alto: I’m well- uh. Are you drunk again…?Pop: y E AAH……… got a bit ov erbaord wiht th e shots??Pop: iy know yur cute when you worryAlto: Call me when you’re out of the party, okay? Or at least send me your coordinates so I can come make sure you didn’t contaminate anything…Pop: cu tei…….
Roll: Pop, you have work tomorrow.Pop: b tu sIIIIIIIIIS…..Roll: No buts, mister! >:cPop: heh e but tsRoll: Come home this instant!!Pop: o kaay
Pop: roc kPop: p roamise mePop: if i ge t dar ed into anohter dr ignki gam ePop: y our gonna so tp meRock: That bad? :cPop: y E…….Pop: i cant be lieve it sso easy toge t drun k watcign dO RA……….
[There is a Rush in your ask box demanding pets, Oil Man. He's noticed you've seemed a little stressed out lately, and is here to offer his services to cheer you up! Come on. Pet him. The power of cute compels you. Beware of puppy kisses, however. Too many pets may result in doggy slobber all over your cheek.]
"Heyyy, Rush!" Oil Man grins and goes to pet the puppy. He can survive dog slobber, his job practically requires him to be covered in either water, grime or oil at all times, anyway. "How’re you, boy? Such a good doggie!"
Good boy, Rush. Oil needed something to cheer him up.
After one of the most embarrassing periods of time in his life (which was never going to be spoken of again and if anyone asked it never happened), Blues found himself curled up on the couch with a loudly-purring Tango on his lap. It was... unusual and somewhat uncomfortable to be here, still, but he had found an old and very fuzzy blanket he remembered having when he lived here, before he ran away. Wrapping himself up in it was oddly comforting, especially given how exposed and vulnerable he felt right now without his armor or his scarf.
... The batman pajamas were a little much, but at least he got to keep his sunglasses. And Tango didn't seem to mind, which was a plus. Scratching the cat behind the ears - and doing a double-take at his own armorless self, he crooned in a soft voice.
"I guess I'll be here for a while this time, Tango. I hope that's okay with you." Whether it was okay or not, he didn't know, because Tango didn't answer. "...Yeah, I really don't know what I'm doing here either, but I guess we can try this out for a while."
mxgabuster replied to your post: [There is a small child in your ask box, Guts Man....
Good. Hug accepted. Hug VERY accepted. The little boy snuggles into his eldest brother’s arms, quiet for a good minute or two before answering the question. “…Not really.”
"...Can't say I'm convinced."
Guts Man goes over the couch, deactivating his armour. Tenor sat down, still cradling Rock, albeit much more easily with the size gap shrunken slightly. "You can tell me- what is it?"
[There is a small child in your ask box, Guts Man. And he looks like he could use a hug.]
And Gutsy scoops up that small child in his hands, snuggling Rock like he’s a newborn kitten.
"Somethin’ wrong, Rock?" he asked, giving a gentle hug so not to accidentally crush the poor kid.
